I never created DC canon.
Amos couldn't remember a few things. The face of every victim Unity became one with when he served his master in Smallville. Sometimes which cake flavor Supergirl liked. Rarely the words of a sermon to Supergirl's delight. There was one thing he was able to recall. Something he currently focused on by more than a handful of trees.
One scowl materialized on the preacher's face.
A creature crouched and revealed many fangs.
''I remember you,'' Amos said to the animal. He continued to glower. One tentacle emerged from his mouth and struck the creature.
It ran.
His wounded daughter avenged.
THE END
